The Pack's Dragon
The wall and rocks were carved, and she stared gape mouthed, holding the knife in one hand as she took in the anatomically correct images of Mer folk fucking.
“We’ve reached the Mer porn wall,” she whispered.
Niarthen sat waist deep in the water, his tail fins breaching the surface of the water stroking lazily, very much like the mermaids in movies did whilst reclining on rocks combing their hair, she thought. He held out his hand, and she picked her way carefully through the water to him. He drew her down so that she straddled his tail facing towards him and cupped the back of her head, lifting her mouth to his.